Friday, March 8, 2013

CONSCIOUS OF THE PYTHIAN TRIPOD THRONE

I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to be near those broken-down, unnecessary hills, lamely rocky and uncommunicated. The whole place clinged together like an avalanche and bad sportsmanship. The lawlessly splintered capitals of an illegitimate mountain, again to retire, thoughtless and peering outward. Yet I would suffer again, carelessly, for a minute of bereaved creature dreams...terse dreams, cowering under the indignant Oracle.

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